In everything He is good.

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‘He really wrung that text dry.’ In the days and weeks that have followed, I’ve pondered that phrase, the concept of wringing the text dry. So often sermons say so much less that they could because of the constraints of time both in preparation and delivery. What did this man mean? How did he mean it? And is such a feat even possible? … More On Wringing Out the Text

They say that it’s because you were born inside the wrong body, that you can’t help it. They say that it’s brave for you to try to fix that problem, that you should be true to yourself. They say that embracing these feelings will make things so much better for you. That this won’t hurt … More About a Girl

If God could and did save Saul of Tarsus then he can and does save Millennials. But we need grace to reach our generation. And we need the help of those who have come before us. … More A Note From the 7,000

The most difficult times to stand firm are the uncertain ones. Even hard times are simple enough to pull through when you know the outcome. You might trust God with your eternal salvation but how far do you trust him with everything else? … More When It Comes To Trusting…

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou thinkst thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death… It feels as though it shouldn’t happen on sunny days and yet it inevitably does. People seem to make a point of passing away under … More Holy Sonnet X

Sometimes you just want to get on with your work. But the nurse on duty was being polite and asking what I studied. Then his moustache twitched excitedly and his eyes lit up and out poured a tale of world travel and priest training and the joy of hermeneutics. A discussion of Mary as co-redemptrix … More On Being Heard

You can be sad when Summer comes. It’s harder to admit though. Everyone else seems so caught up in the lighter nights and plans for holidays to exciting new places. Outside birds are nesting and temperatures gradually climbing, but inside your heart still huddles against the Winter winds.

Sometimes I wonder what happened to the others, to Jo-jo and the boy who hardly spoke and whose face I cannot remember, and Heather who would rather have been playing dodgeball that first evening. A war was going on in a little side room in Glenshee those spring afternoons. Strangely enough, the only things I … More Twelve Years a Slave

My parents done good. As one of the few who have first-hand experience of being raised by them, I stand by the truth of this statement. Yesterday marked a rather significant day in my life, one which was probably pretty memorable for my parents. So in honour of the fact that they have never given … More 22 Things My Parents Taught Me